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Shāh Chérāgh (شاه چراغ‎‎) "King of the Light" is a mausoleum and mosque in Shiraz, Iran, built around 1130 AD, housing the tomb of the brothers Ahmad and Muhammad, sons of Mūsā al-Kādhim (7th Imam of Twelver Shia Islam). The two took refuge in the city during the Abbasid persecution of Shia Muslims. The tombs became celebrated pilgrimage centres in the 14th century when the pious and art-loving Queen Tashi Khatun erected a mosque and theological school by the tombs. After carrying out essential repairs, the queen ordered the tomb to be covered with millions of pieces of colored glass that glitter in the light and magnify its brilliance a thousand times.

Storybook

Pairing: Lin-Manuel Miranda x Reader

Warnings: Cussing

Word Count: 1,226 (I’m not sorry)

Cariña - Dear or Darling

Tag List: @the-a-ham @philipandlaurens


You were doing your usual, sitting and doing your grueling work on your computer, when the door opened.

“Cariña?” Lin called. “I’m home!”

An smile crept on your face, as it always did when your boyfriend came home from work. You sat up and yelled “I’m in the living room!”

He pranced in, grinning and holding a large wooden object. You looked at him quizzically. “What’s that?” You pointed at the object. “It’s for you!” he smiled like a giddy child and held it out to you.

You took it carefully and inspected it. It was a large book, carved and put together beautifully. Looking at Lin and raising an eye brow, you said “What is it?” his brown eyes sparkled. “Well, look at it!”

The cover was carved with a title at the top in swirling letters. “The Perfect Fit”. In the middle, two detached pieces of wood shaped like a Yin Yang sign were there, one had a picture of you carved into it, the other a picture of him. In between the two was carved “A story of two people who fit perfectly together.” You looked at Lin, then tried to turn the page and found you could not. “No, no, it’s a puzzle!” Lin chuckled. He put a hand on the piece that had your face on it, and you looked at him for a moment before putting your hand on the other one. You pushed it and it moved, Lin pushed his, so that they came together, and a click could be heard.

You turned the page.

On one side, there was more writing. You inspected it.

“Once upon a time, there was an awkward young Latino boy and a beautiful girl with [eye color] eyes. She was energetic and kind, he was nerdy and whimsical.” You giggled lightly.

“One warm Spring morning, the two were walking to school when they bumped into each other, causing them to drop their books. They apologized at the same time, helped each other gather their things, and when they walked away they both hoped they’d see each other again.”

On the opposite page, there was two half circles with knobs. You tentatively turned the first knob and where the half circles ended there was an array of characters and things. You smiled when you saw the familiar one, a little ghost, and you remembered that when you’d met, he’d been wearing a shirt of Casper the ghost. Reaching for the second knob, you stopped it on another familiar object, heels. You’d been wearing heels that day. Never again.

A click, and you looked up at Lin. His eyes were wide and he looked at you expectantly. There was a sense of something in his eyes. Anxiety? Fear? You turned the page.

It was titled “The Journey”. Your eyes flitted over the writing and you couldn’t help but smile like a dork.

“The girl went to school and noticed that awkward but dashingly handsome boy being bullied every day. He was called names, pushed, shut in lockers, and thrown in trash cans. One day she couldn’t take it anymore and spoke up against the bullies for him. This started their friendship.

In college they were dorm roomies and stayed close through everything. Bad relationships, breakups, family loss, you name it. They were constantly there for each other, but neither realized they were slowly falling in love.

When they were 20 hey got into a play in theater together, and both were cast in the lead roles. Their first kiss was scripted, but that’s when he realized he loved her. He finally mustered up the courage to ask her out a month later, right after their performance of the play. She said yes.”

On the other page, there was a little car and a bunch of grooves for it to drive through. As you moved the tiny Chevy, little landmarks swung up. The theater where you had your first kiss, the building  you had your first date on top of overlooking the stars, and it ended at one of your fondest memories, the time when you snuck away in Lin’s car and drove all the way to Florida and played on the beach two days before your exams started. When you reached the end, there was a click. You turned the page.

This one was titled “Little Ankle” and read:

“The two went to Florida at a time that was pretty inconvenient. But they came back not only happy, but with a new companion.

Little Tobillo came running up to them on the beach cold, wet, and covered in sand. A helpless puppy with nowhere to go. They took her in and named her Tobillo because she liked to nip their ankles. They thought she was a boy at first but by the time they found out it was too late to change her name. Tobi it was and Tobi it would stay.”

On the opposite page was a circle with you on one side and Lin on the other, cut down the middle. You glanced at Lin and then separated the two to reveal Tobillo walking in between the two. You giggled and turned the page.

“Perfect Two” was the title, and you read on.

“Now you’re  probably wondering what the fuck I’m doing. Have patience, love, and let me tell the story.

Now, they’re getting older. Not really settling, because everyone knows they’ll probably never settle down. But calming, a bit. He does movies and theater. she does work from home and the occasional theater role. They’ve been dating for going on 7 years. Are they really perfect for each other? No one knows.”

You frowned a bit and looked at the opposite page. It was an eyelet and a moving piece of wood. You looked at him. He was fidgeting in his seat and you could see he was shaking. “Go on.” He coaxed quietly. “Open it.”

You pried your eyes off of him, mind ablaze with questions, and turned the page.

The little compartment opened to reveal a beautiful ring with a sparkling diamond staring you in the face. You began to shake, and slowly picked it up, looking it over. Finally, you looked a Lin. But he wasn’t there, he was on one knee on the floor, his brown eyes sparkling despite his shaking hands.

“[full name], I’ve loved you since we bumped into each other, and ever since. I’ve never stopped loving you and I never will. You’ve stayed with me through thick and thin and that makes me so happy. I know I can always rely on you for anything, and I know for sure that I want you to be my wife. What do you say?”

You didn’t bother wiping the huge tears streaming down your face, you just stared at him, ring clutched in between your fingers, and watched as his face started to fall. You immediately enveloped him in a huge hug, now sobbing into his shoulder. After a few minutes, you pulled away and looked at his face. He had tears on his face and in his eyes, which you wiped away with your thumb. You thought for a good minute, just looking at him as more tears fell from both of your eyes.

Finally, you spoke.

“Of course I’ll marry you, you fucking dork.”


Inspired by: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Srw9gXDa24g

Creepypasta #1130: Something's Going On In The Middle East

Length: Medium

As a drone operator, you eventually get desensitized to killing people via proxy, though it never becomes as easy as some believe it to be. I first came into the job expecting it to be something along the lines of a video game, but even when you’re looking at confirmed terrorists through the IR camera of your Reaper you can’t help but humanise them. It’s simple empathy, and unless you’re a psychopath, launching missiles into those strobing white or black-hot lights will eventually take a toll on you. I’ve been diagnosed with uncomplicated PTSD, for example, even though I’ve never actually left the control facility in the line of duty.

The incident I’ll be talking about here was supposed to be a simple kill mission in Afghanistan, as best I knew. The target was a cell of insurgents who were, according to our intel, planning on mounting a series of bombings along the Pakistan border. For what reason, I didn’t know, but I had a job to do and as one of the senior pilots, I was intent on seeing it through.

As you probably know, drone pilots work in pairs, and my copilot was a long-standing friend of mine. We didn’t anticipate any issues except for perhaps some mental anguish after the deed was done, so we approached the mission like any other.

Our Predator had taken off at 2200 from an Afghan FOB, which allowed us to reach the designated location in a very short amount of time.

Everything was fine up until we reached the distance at which we could make contact with the target. That’s when strange visual artefacts started popping up on all of our monitors. It looked like screen tearing for the most part, though like nothing I had ever seen before.

We asked the HQ to try and clear up the signal if they could, as we were practically flying blind at that point. Whatever magic they did, it worked and successfully minimized the problem, though it did persist for the remainder of the operation. With our cameras back up and running, we resumed the run.

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Bet

Originally posted by oliviagrey3


Pairing: Zach x fem!reader

Request:  178, 179 UH ZACH DEMPSEY😂

178 - “As you wish”

179 - “First one to make a noise loses”

Warning: sin

Word count: 1130

I felt spicy and wrote the rest of it lol. I hope this is good, I’m still new to writing smut. :)

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alpharinnifire-1130  asked:

People please respect someone who's changed for the better, Frisk isn't that kind of person anymore. Anyways Frisk what was your first impression of Chara before?

Myos: Relief it’s a feeling? 

Tulips: … . *Seemes their impression of Frisk has changed a lot* 

[First impressions are important.

Yeh, Frisk has shorter hair cause they were twelve that time ]